The Hidden Path

Sometimes the heart needs to be heard!

It is hidden deep within
the memory of the lover’s sin
so many words cast the lie
that the truth begins to hide

Round and round the story goes
as the heart slowly turns to stone
we were close now alone
these tears fall upon the fading home

The truth be known we just needed some love
Now look at the strangers we have become
So many years have taken the fun
And the grayness of days sings the same old song

So let’s begin again
and become one
Forget the old and eat the new
Release the magic of that our repressed youth

“Please my love fly with me again!”


By Malcolm.E.Wheeldon
2009